"This is a bit of a weerd thing for a pirate to be up to isn't it?"

"what d'ya mean"

Davy Jones pauses in his inspection of your torso, obviously deciding which bit of you is the best targit for his cutlass.

"well, hanging out in a mine robbing people, ---- I thought pirates went in for plunder on the high seas"

Davy Jones' eye grows a bit misty, and his cutlass starts to droop in a decidedly dejected fashion. You get the impression that undernieth all that hair he's wearing a wistful expression.

"well times 'ave changed. It just ain't the same anymore. Now it's all security alarms and submachine guns. Not a decent fat merchant in sight, and even when ya do get some decent loot like as not it'll be paper money, ---- no good for berryin', ---- and when ya cursed to sale the seas forever that's a right royal pain in the neck!"

He lets out a whistful "gar"

"cursed?"

you ask, slightly intreagued.

"aye, ---- bloody albatross! garrr!"

Suddenly he seems to recollect himself and his cutlass stopps drooping.

"anyhow, ---- if it's all the same to you, mind if I slit ya gizard now, ---- only I got some major merchant robbin' booked in at three and what with shootin', keel hauling and such it'll likely take all knight garr!"

You briefly wonder how exactly Davy's planning to keel haul anyone in the total absense of a ship, but sinse the pirate is once again pointing his wicked looking cutlass at some fatal areas on your body, you probably ought to think of a way out of this fast.

attempt to bribe him if you have some gold.

say your an orphan.

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